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I wish I could play the trombone
While eating a cherry snow cone
Down my arm it could drip
as i wipe off my lip
and fuse jazz with i-taly-oan
There once was a lady whose dog
Sort of ressembled a frog
While eating a cherry snow cone
Down my arm it could drip
as i wipe off my lip
and fuse jazz with i-taly-oan
There once was a lady whose dog
Sort of ressembled a frog
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I wish I could play the trombone
While eating a cherry snow cone
Down my arm it could drip
as i wipe off my lip
and fuse jazz with i-taly-oan
There once was a lady whose dog
Sort of ressembled a frog
Its distended throat
While eating a cherry snow cone
Down my arm it could drip
as i wipe off my lip
and fuse jazz with i-taly-oan
There once was a lady whose dog
Sort of ressembled a frog
Its distended throat
There once was a lady whose dog
Sort of ressembled a frog
Its distended throat
And slimy green coat
...Just a minute! I want more egg nog!
They say that the more beans you eat
Sort of ressembled a frog
Its distended throat
And slimy green coat
...Just a minute! I want more egg nog!
They say that the more beans you eat
They say that the more beans you eat
Your farts become so hard to beat,
So I ate a whole can
And a large bowl of bran
Later on I won't smell very sweet!
I'm a writer but can't always write
Your farts become so hard to beat,
So I ate a whole can
And a large bowl of bran
Later on I won't smell very sweet!
I'm a writer but can't always write
I'm a writer but can't always write
My ideas never seem to take flight
In haste my fingers stroke the keys
My ideas never seem to take flight
In haste my fingers stroke the keys
I'm a writer but can't always write
My ideas never seem to take flight
In haste my fingers stroke the keys
And I cry out, "Oh, please,
Don't let me be writing ALL NIGHT!"
I've been sneezing my head off all day
My ideas never seem to take flight
In haste my fingers stroke the keys
And I cry out, "Oh, please,
Don't let me be writing ALL NIGHT!"
I've been sneezing my head off all day
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I've been sneezing my head off all day
And I wish that I could find a way
to continue my typing
And I wish that I could find a way
to continue my typing
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I've been sneezing my head off all day
And I wish that I could find a way
to continue my typing --
But instead, I'm just griping
which, unlike crime, doesn't pay.
The world isn't all black and white
And I wish that I could find a way
to continue my typing --
But instead, I'm just griping
which, unlike crime, doesn't pay.
The world isn't all black and white
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The world is not all black and white
Not every critique is a slight
It may irritate you,
Make you cry, "Oh, boo-hoo!"
Not every critique is a slight
It may irritate you,
Make you cry, "Oh, boo-hoo!"
The world is not all black and white
Not every critique is a slight
It may irritate you,
Make you cry, "Oh, boo-hoo!"
And pound the keyboard with all of your might.
I'm disturbed by the tone of my work
Not every critique is a slight
It may irritate you,
Make you cry, "Oh, boo-hoo!"
And pound the keyboard with all of your might.
I'm disturbed by the tone of my work
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The world is not all black and white
Not every critique is a slight
It may irritate you,
Make you cry, "Oh, boo-hoo!"
And pound the keyboard with all of your might.
I'm disturbed by the tone of my work
My proofreader scoffs, "You're a jerk!"
Not every critique is a slight
It may irritate you,
Make you cry, "Oh, boo-hoo!"
And pound the keyboard with all of your might.
I'm disturbed by the tone of my work
My proofreader scoffs, "You're a jerk!"
- Joined
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I'm disturbed by the tone of my work
My proofreader scoffs, "You're a jerk!"
"It's the whiskey," I mutter.
My proofreader scoffs, "You're a jerk!"
"It's the whiskey," I mutter.
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